Dean woke up with a headache wondering where he was. He started to sit up, when he realized that he couldn't. His hands were cuffed to the head of the bed, his feet were tied together, and their were bindings strapping his chest to the bed. He also noticed that he was gagged. He looked over to find Sam in the same condition.
"mrmfm" Dean said, trying to wake Sam.
Sam moaned and turned to look at Dean.
"mrfmn," Sam answered. Oh that was helpful, he thought.
Just then the door opened and two men walked in. "Good morning," one of them said. "I trust you had a goodnight's rest."
Dean gave him an evil look, which the man just laughed at.
"Here's the deal. We need your help with something. I'm going to remove your gag so that we can discuss this, but if you yell for help, we'll kill little Sammy here," he said with an evil grin. He walked over to Dean and took the gag off, while his partner walked over to Sam's bed sat down on it, and placed the barrel of his gun on Sam's temple.
"Leave him alone," Dean demanded.
"Nobody's going to get hurt as long as you do exactly as we say. The problem we have is that as hunters, you two are going to be harder to control than your average hostage."
"Who are you? How do you know about hunters? What do you mean hostages?"
"First things first, Boy. We need to get some rules straight. First, no speaking unless you're answering one of our questions. Second, do what we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it. If you don't play by our rules, Sam pays the consequences. Understand."
Dean looked over at Sam. The other man had put away his gun and had a knife to Sam's cheek and was caressing him with it. Sam's eyes were wide with fear. Dean looked over at his captor and nodded.
"Good. Now, your father has something that we want. We know he's in the next town over, so the four of us are going to drive there, find him and get it."
"What does he have?" Dean asked.
The man looked over at his partner and he took his knife and cut Sam in the arm. Sam was still gagged, but he managed a pretty good grunt to register his pain.
Dean started to yell for Sam, but his guard put a hand over his mouth and said, "You broke the rules, you knew the penalty. Let that be a lesson."
"I'm going to let you up from the bed and you're going to get dressed. You're not going to speak, you're not going to move further than the foot of your bed, you're going to dress with all possible haste and when you are finished you are going to allow me to chain you back to the bed."
Dean nodded his acquiescence. He got dressed and got into the desired position. "Good boy," the man said and patted him on his head. "Now, your brother is going to get dressed."
Again Dean nodded. Instead of letting Sam all the way up, though, the guy that had been guarding Sam, who Dean decided to call Public Enemy number 1 or PE for short, took the chest strap off and undid the cuffs, but left Sam's feet tied. He helped Sam to a sitting position.
"Put on your shirt," PE demanded.
Sam complied. PE then handcuffed Sam's wrists behind his back and untied his feet. He took off Sam's sweats and put on his jeans, and then his sneakers.
"OK, we'll leave tonight. We happen to know that your father is on a hunt which will have him out of the room when we arrive, but probably back before dawn," Dean's guard announced. He seemed just like a prison guard and Dean decided to name him Alcatraz. "You're driving," he continued addressing Dean.
Alcatraz had replaced the gag in Dean's mouth and the day progressed agonizingly slow. At noon Alcatraz asked PE to go out and get some food. He came back with 3 burgers and 3 sodas. Alcatraz and PE each ate a burger and then Alcatraz ungagged Dean and removed one of his handcuffs. "Eat," he ordered, "We don't need you passing out from low blood sugar while you're driving."
"What about Sam?" Dean asked.
PE shook his head and said, "He just won't learn the rules will he?" He took his knife and made another shallow cut, this time on Sam's stomach. Sam whimpered.
"Eat," Alcatraz said. I won't tell you again. Dean ate the burger in silence and drank the soda.
Because it was winter time, it was fully dark at 6 p.m. "Time to go," Alcatraz announced. He uncuffed and ungagged Dean and let him up from the bed. PE did the same with Sam and then cuffed his hands behind his back.
The Impala was parked right outside the door. PE peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear. He nodded back to Alcatraz. PE grabbed Sam's arm and propelled him out in front of him. He shoved Sam into the back seat and forced him to lie down face down. Then PE covered him with a blanket that he had brought out from the room.
"OK, we're going to go now. You're going to drive, you're not going to do anything to get pulled over and nobody gets hurt. Got it?"
"Yeah."
Once in the car, Dean glanced in the back. "Where's Sam?"
For an answer PE took his foot and jammed it down hard on Sam's back. Sam, still being gagged, only managed a muffled grunt.
"Shut up and drive," PE ordered.
"Which way?" Dean asked.
"Go right. We're about 15 miles down the road from where your dad is staying."
Dean wanted to ask him how he knew where their dad was and how he knew so much about his family's procedures, but he didn't want to cause Sam any more pain, so he kept his mouth shut.
25 minutes later, Alcatraz said, "Pull in here. This is his motel and his room's right there. Park next to it."
Dean did. Alcatraz got out and picked the lock looking to make sure nobody spotted him. Meanwhile, PE had dragged Sam to a sitting position, and placed his knife at his throat to ensure that Dean wouldn't try anything while away from Alcatraz's eagle eye.
Alcatraz returned and told Dean to get out of the car. PE and Sam followed them into the room. PE began to undo Sam's cuffs so that he could attach them to one of the beds. Alcatraz ordered Dean to the other bed so that he could secure him there. Dean hesitated. He couldn't let his dad walk into a trap. PE noticed the hesitation. He had just finished securing Sam and he grabbed Sam's right are at the wrist and the elbow and bent them until he heard a snap. Sam tried to scream, but the gag caught most of it.
"Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!" Dean scramed.
PE then took his knife and made a gash on Sam's cheek.
"You know how to stop it," Alcatraz said.
Dean nodded walked over to the bed and placed his hands around the headboard so that Alcatraz could cuff him. He was then gagged. He looked over at Sam to see him crying. The kid had to be in tremendous pain. These guys were so dead.
"I'm going to go move the car so that Daddy dearest isn't expecting anything when he comes in," Alcatraz informed PE.
"Good idea," PE confirmed.
Five minutes later, they heard the rumble of an engine, a car door opening and shutting. "That must be your dad," PE said. "We weren't expecting him quite so early." He went over to Sam and put his knife at his throat. "You make any noise at all to warn your father, I'll slit his throat," he whispered menacingly.
Dean stayed quiet. When it came to choosing between his dad and Sammy there was no choice. His dad always told him Sammy came first.
They heard a key turning in the lock, followed by John's surprised face, seeing Dean gagged and cuffed to the bed.
"Come on in, Johnny boy," PE said.
John looked over to see a man he had never seen before holding a knife to Sam's throat. Sam looked like he was in pain, but he couldn't be sure.
"Who are you, what do you want?" John asked.
"We know you have the colt, and we want it," PE responded.
John sighed. He couldn't give up the Colt, but at the same time, he couldn't let Sam be killed.
"Fine, here it is." John took it out of his waist band and placed it on the table next to him.
"Good, now turn around."
John complied just as Alcatraz walked through the still open door. Alcatraz took his gun and slammed it into John's head before John had a chance to turn around.
"Daddy can free you when he wakes up," Alcatraz said as he dug through John's pockets for his truck keys. "Let's go," he said to PE.